Now, hold on a minute.
"So- hold on, the door- how hard is it to catch a pokemon? In my kid's game, he could get something in like, a minute... if you went to catch a pokemon, and I held the door to the bar, would it stay open to your- I mean, bar, would it stay open to her world?"
If you are holding the door, the door will lead to your world, not hers, says a napkin.
Oh! Max remembers how he got on all this. Nonmagicalness, enchantments, translation, homophones... knowing about znorfblargs.
"So... back to the item-ordering thing... the translation mechanism is what translates my English into whatever you hear it as? That's... leaving aside how a fully general perfect language learning enchantment could be... psychologically invasive, what happens if I ask for a real thing whose name I know, but which I don't know anything about the details of? Say I visit some science lab, and ask someone to name an esoteric piece of equipment for me, and then come here... without knowing what it is, would I be able to order it by name?"
"Oh, you know what I want, I want an authentic Pokédex," says the girl. "How much are those?"
¥9,000,000,000. My apologies.
"Ah, damn."
The sum of money for the Pokédex sounds exorbitant. In fact...
"And while I'm at it, how does pricing work? If someone lives in a universe where, say, batteries are extremely uncommon and expensive, and someone else comes from a place where you can get them for a couple bucks at the convenience store, do you quote them two separate prices? What's with that?"
I don't need a list, napkins the bar, and I do not read minds. I just speak English. And those two people would be extremely unlikely to operate from the same currency.
"You don't need a list and you don't read minds- 'speaking English' isn't enough to know how to build a- a- a whatever complicated thing, just from its name! And- and the other thing, currency has nothing to do with it! If someone comes in and asks for batteries, and you base the price on how much they cost in their world, and they can't afford it... and then someone else from another world shows up, do they... do you see what I'm getting at? If I came from a world where they handed Pokedexes out like candy, wouldn't that price you gave be unfair?"
If you'd like to buy a Pokédex for her or give her some of your money to see if she has better luck with that I will hardly stop you, the bar says. I do not have to build things. I just cause them to appear.
"Cause them to appear?! Wha- that's not how- what are you talking about?! What does that mean? Where does the information that tells you to make the one thing as opposed to the other even- there's- there's no free lunch!"
this bar is either stupid or lying or the fundamental mechanics of information theory are broken ohhh no no no no
They aren't manufactured. The coffee you are drinking did not previously exist in a bean state. I do not technically serve free lunch, but I do serve free drinks.
"I- of course it wasn't beans, but it had to be- you had to know what a coffee was! You would have to know what a znorfblarg was! What, do you just... already know what everything is? Are you omniscient? How?!"
The girl giggles.
Max, in unsurprising contrast to the bar's patience, is losing his cool, if he ever had it. How can this thing- how can she really not understand why this is strange?
"She's being very forthcoming about what she can do under what conditions, why does it matter so much how that lines up with your previous concepts?" wonders the girl.
"Right. Previous concepts. So..."- he puts his hands to his head- "You know, effectively, the definition of, and enough technical knowledge to synthesize rather than make a nonfunctional replica of, any medium-sized object anyone who speaks any language or dialect has a word for?"
That is... there are frightening implications, here.
Nonmagical objects, clarifies the bar. And there is some fuzz around the borders of constructed langauges and codes, some of which give me some trouble, and of course if you refer to something strictly fictional which cannot be made to work without magic I can't necessarily figure out how to make it for you.
Because that would be too easy.
"Ooh, but you can do arbitrary books that have been published?"
Of course.
"Are those borrowable? Are you a library?"
I am a bar, but I can loan you books.
Max likes books. Books have a habit of monopolizing his attention.
"Books! Books- arbitrary- are we restricted to books that have been published in our universes? Could we order, for instance, published texts from other worlds describing how to build advanced technology?"
"What about ones that are out of print - like, really old books?"
Nothing is out of print here.
Max's frustration and suspicion evaporates, and his jaw hangs open. This is probably what a religious experience is like, he thinks.
The girl laughs at him and names a book that she would like to borrow. The bar gives it to her, and she takes it and goes to sit by the fireplace. She releases a Pokémon to sit on her lap and be petted while she reads.
He has just under 24 hours to soak up as much lucrative knowledge as possible before paying another sixty-five dollars or leaving. Going straight for the big guns.
"This" will do nicely. He skims the chapter headings quickly to make sure it's comprehensible enough, and takes it over to a seat by the window.